Aryyah woke at three in the morning gasping for air, her nightgown soaked with sweat and her heart pounding so violently she could feel it in her throat, the nightmare still vivid and horrifying behind her closed eyelids.

In the dream, she'd been in labor, the pain excruciating and overwhelming, but when the baby finally emerged, it wasn't alive, just a small cold body that the doctors wrapped in white cloth and took away while Aryyah screamed and screamed until her voice gave out ...